Feel it

Just one word and I'm right back in Paris
Memories die hard
Just as hard as I remember it being
Funny how the flesh can hold on to memories
The softness of lips
The tenderness of fingers
The warmth of a body that finally makes a needed connection
Are all like little memories all over me
You left a trace
Anyone who comes after will notice the change
Those pieces of you that are left here
A story written like braille on my skin
Tiny moments of pleasure forever etched
In my mind body and soul
Just the thought of you starts the tingle
The sensation that covers me
Reminds me of what I could not resist
What I can still remember
And what I will always crave
Thats why even now
I can feel it